A MEMORY.
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Oh! many, many years ago, By hill-sides where the violets grow; Loving the sun in the new spring, And where the robins came to sing; A long, sunshiny, quiet way, To school I led our little May. Day after day, and hand in hand, We pattered o'er the path of sand; I plucking violets here and there, To wreathe in sister's sunny hair; She singing with the birds a song That cheered me all the summer long. And many, many years ago, Under the first December snow; With white hands folded on her breast, They laid our little May to rest; One golden summer, only one, And birds, and flowers, and May were gone. But where the robins came to sing, Loving the sun in the new spring; By hill-sides where the violets grow, A long, sunshiny, quiet way; To school I led our little May, Oh! many, many years ago.